Round 12

May 09, 2014 21:59

Warning for spoilers is currently required for prompts regarding Apocalypse (if the prompt is about something that wasn't in a trailer, then a warning is needed).

Welcome to Round 12 of X-Men First Kink

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Fill: Empty, Filled [SPOILERS] 2/3 sasha_b May 29 2014, 00:27:42 UTC
3.

He catches Raven staring at herself in the mirror. She’s wearing a robe, but he can see the edge of her blue shoulder and her red, red hair. He cocks his head and his blue eyes narrow when he sees her shoulders hitch, can hear her crying, and without thought he touches his temple and his mind brushes hers, and she must be too upset to realize it, and he sees something he shouldn’t.

He sees her in a place she doesn’t want to be, and he’s with her.

He sees her become annoyed at something he’s said while he’s drinking at the club, sees her getting her hackles up as he tries to pick up a girl, yes, pretty, but Raven’s still being left alone by him, again. And he sees her crying when she can’t seem to make the color of her hair stick when she’s upset.

He closes his eyes and lets go of her mind, ashamed and tired and sad. He won’t go there again. He won’t spend his life trying to control her, trying to make her a certain way, trying to protect her when he feels she needs it.

He turns and strides to the kitchen, wiping a thumb under his eyes, knowing that he’s just lied to himself and it makes his gut twist.

But he knows that he’ll still do it, no matter the fact that it’s not what Raven would want.

4.

Charles and the others - his students - face the US president with no fear.

Charles tells him how things are going to be, and the man seems to agree, without Charles delving into his mind.
He had thought about it, but one brush was enough - the whole city makes him feel vaguely sick.

He values the sanity of his own mind more than the chance to look into the inner workings of any politician.

5.

Five years into Erik’s incarceration, the people at the Pentagon contact Charles, knowing some of his involvement in the Cuba affair, and wanting some information that they just can’t get out of the mutant terrorist no matter how they try.

Charles, halfway through his second tumbler of 20 year old scotch, laughs over the tinny telephone line, the man on the other end of the line telling him there’s nothing funny about it, professor, we need your help to analyze him, despite Charles telling him there’s no professor here.

He won’t do it.

“That man is a monster,” he tells the government official down the line. “He’s where he needs to be. You don’t need me to tell you that.” He rings off before the other man can say anything else.

It’s bright outside, and Charles takes a sip of the scotch, the burn lighting his lungs, the fire never dulled no matter his constant use of the drink. The curtains in his study are drawn, and he curls on the big sofa, his hair lank and greasy, his clothing musty and old and he doesn’t care, really, since the serum. He takes it regularly and it keeps his spine working, keeps the voices at bay. It’s been so long since he’s heard any, he can’t remember what it feels like. His rusty, useless brain.

He remembers the actions, though, remembers what the stretching process was like - remembers brushing his thoughts against others’ thoughts and how that was the most powerful buzz in the whole world. No drink could match that.

You’re not alone. Erik - you’re not alone.

“Fuck that,” he spits out, and downs the rest of the tumbler.

He’s got plenty of money to last him as long as he needs. He doesn’t have to work or teach. He can sit on this couch and take Hank’s serum and maybe drink himself to death.

Wouldn’t that be the most selfish thing in the world?

He’s lost everything, everyone, and this is just the way things are. He can be that man he was with Erik - before Erik left him and took Raven with him - or he can be this, with no pain in his crippled spine and no thoughts ripping through his bleeding and broken mind.

“Wait.

He picks up the phone, and asks the operator to dial back the person that had just called him.

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